Don’t know what to do with this one.
I feel sorry for Donald John Trump on this last day of 2020. He, like, sucks. Like, he totally caved on Pandemic relief bill. And that’s not why he sucks and I feel bad for him. I feel bad because he builds himself up so much and come out as a winner, a genius, a successful negotiator, and he has all these idiots around him who won’t say ‘no’ and he’s got nothing to show for it. No real tangible and telltale signs of winning. Of existing inside the body chemistry, or, indeed, a physical body, of someone who routinely wins. But he expends nearly all of his anima making sure everyone outside himself from the skin out could reasonably facsimilate a winner. So, something like this must be a complete blow to the psyche. Like, it got through the forcefield. You know it does. That’s why he tweets like crazy every time he gets called. And yet, he cried the day Biden was projected to be the winner of the 2020 election. He cried! And it was only the crazy machinations of his literal cult following that brought him back into the comfort of his aluminum siding on which is painted in bold letters, “SUCCESS!”